“I see my path.” His every word was like a hammer striking an anvil. “I know who I am. I’m Hadjar Darkhan. Desert Wind Blowing from the North. Regardless of whoever or whatever stands in my way — mountains and rivers, seas and oceans, empires and legions, gods or demons alike — I’ll reach my goal. Because that is how I choose to live my life.”
His palm merged with the steel sword. Together, they stabbed the haze and got lost in it. A whirlwind of energy raged inside the dark world.
Opening its eyes, the little dragon stretched lazily and, grabbing the black blade, rushed into the white whirlwind.
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“Damn it,” Karissa swore.
Sitting in front of the red dome, she opened her book and began to chant something. With every word she uttered, new scarlet hieroglyphs flew out fr
